Bonkers
jack kevorkian and the suicide machines Lyrics

I don't have a lot to say because I lose my mind each day
I feel like I'm losing my mind every day, so I don't have much to say.

So lock me in a padded room, straight up, straight out Straight jacket doom
I feel so crazy that I want to be locked in a padded room with a straight jacket on.

Goin' nuts, insane you see this padded room so leave me be This padded room here all the time. cause you see I lost my mind
I'm going crazy and you can see it in the way I act, so just leave me alone in this padded room since my mind is already lost.

I bust a nut an lost a bolt, now you know my life's on hold Cause all these doctors think I'm crazy, but all this shit it doesn't please me Oh yeah , I'm gonna lose it now, can't stop me no way , no how There's a word, I think it's zonkers, all these people think I'm bonkers
I'm feeling trapped and hopeless because the doctors think I'm crazy, and it's making me lose my mind. Everyone thinks I'm insane and it's driving me crazy.

Society is smothering me, this place is where people fuck quietly And they have bland orgasms, suburbia is so beautiful Expansive green lawns for expensive white people And that mailman he smiles and says hello (I just want to roll his ass) You want to know why? Cause now are the days you've got to be crazed You've gotta live your life your own way
I feel suffocated by society in this quiet and boring suburban town. Everything is perfect and beautiful for the rich white people, but I don't fit in. I want to rebel and live life on my own terms, just like the mailman who annoys me by being so friendly.

I'd really like to run away, go out and have some fun and play But I'm still locked in this padded room With this world's fucked up, shitty gloom
I wish I could escape and have some fun, but I'm still stuck in this padded room feeling depressed about the state of the world.

Competition sucks, you see this padded room is killing me This padded room, I'm here to die. just tripped out No reason why
I hate the pressure of competition, and being stuck in this padded room is driving me crazy. I feel like I'm here to die and I have no idea why.

I pound a spike and lose a screw My brains scrambled Nothing you can do Be great to play while someone pays me, not called bonkers its called lazy I'll stand up and take a bow what do you think of me now? There's a word I think its zonkers, All these clones they say I'm Bonkers!
I feel crazy and disoriented from pounding a spike and losing a screw. I wish I could just get paid to play and not be called lazy for it. But all these people think I'm insane, and I'm tired of trying to prove myself to them.